Late one night, a burglar slipped into a quiet, dark house, confident he was completely alone. Flashlight in hand, he crept across the living room\u2014until a calm, eerie voice cut through the silence:<\/p>\n
\u201cJesus is watching you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His heart jumped. He swung the flashlight, but the room appeared empty. Shaking it off, he moved toward the back door.<\/p>\n
\u201cJesus is watching you,\u201d the voice repeated\u2014clear and deliberate this time.<\/p>\n
The beam of light landed on a small parrot perched in the corner.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that you?\u201d he asked, nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes!\u201d squawked the parrot.<\/p>\n
The burglar exhaled, rubbing his forehead. \u201cYou nearly gave me a heart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClarence,\u201d the bird said proudly.<\/p>\n
\u201cClarence?\u201d the burglar chuckled. \u201cWho names a parrot Clarence?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same people who name their Rottweiler Jesus,\u201d the parrot replied.<\/p>\n
A low, menacing growl erupted from behind the sofa. Two glowing eyes stared at him.<\/p>\n
Clarence flapped his wings and reminded him, \u201cI told you\u2026 Jesus is watching you.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"